He felt dazed but also tingly. A weird high of adrenaline and a rush of living. That was what this was. A rush of living. He'd never felt so alive before. He lay there, knowing he was scraped up on his arms and hands, and he'd have a bruise, sure, but damn did he feel good.

And then there were foot steps, and his brother frantically dropped to his side and was searching him, and there was cursing. The hand to his cheek and suddenly he was smiling, slow to wide. He smiled, eyes focusing on the guy looking over top of him. A hand shot out, upwards, just missing Klaus as he let out a loud WHOOP of sound. "Whooo!!" And he sucked in a large breath, and started to laugh, brightly, Loudly and uncontrolled. It was a great laugh, and his face brightened in it.

"Oh my GOD. Klaus! I did it!" He chuckled, so merry. "I can't believe I did that!" His hands were shaking a bit as he reached over to grab the others shirt front, laughing again. "Wow! That... that felt amazing!"

He felt alive.